The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 88 This is an opportunity

Chapter 89 This is an opportunity

This was the most absurd encounter imaginable.

Lockhart didn't even have a chance to communicate with Hermione before the werewolf grabbed him, shoved Hermione into the cell, and dragged him out.

He wanted to cast a spell, but the magic within him was too unfamiliar and couldn't respond to his calls, not to mention that he had lost his wand somewhere.

He had to make one last attempt, shouting at the werewolf, "No, no, don't lock my daughter in there! Let me stay in!"

He just needed some time to get used to magic, but he could tell that Hermione seemed to have no magic at all.

This is clearly the ability of the 'sack cover', which conceals the wizard's perception of magic, thus easily digesting and devouring the wizard who is wrapped in it.

He didn't know if this would cause Hermione to be the first to be in danger, so he struggled and begged the werewolf like an ordinary person, an ordinary father of a daughter.

But the werewolf completely ignored him.

Perhaps his performance was too exaggerated or something, but Hermione burst out laughing in the cell.

This caused the werewolf to stop and look back at her with a puzzled expression.

But the girl only looked at the man in his arms, calling out affectionately, "Daddy, it's alright, I'll be fine in here, you should go back to town!"

Is this a hint?

Lockhart's expression shifted; he suddenly realized that Hermione obviously wouldn't come to face this monster for no reason, to replace him, the father he didn't even know before.

Heh!

He was quickly thrown out of the castle by the werewolf and left in the snow, the gate slamming shut behind him.

This was an absolutely terrible experience.

He stood up unhappily, brushed the snowflakes off his clothes, and stared at the castle built in the middle of nowhere with a pout.

Give me some time!

Once I'm familiar with the magic within me, I'll kill you, you deformed werewolf!

Then he shivered from the cold and realized that he was only wearing a linen shirt and thin linen trousers, and even only one boot.

"Back to town?"

He pondered Hermione's words and suddenly realized, could there be other people in the town as well?

But how is he supposed to get back?

Just then, a series of fast-paced footsteps approached, and a white horse with a flowing mane galloped over, stopped in front of him, and happily neighed.

This is·-·

His guardian angel!

Its current state looks so real, it's no different from a horse.

The horse was affectionate towards him, but also somewhat puzzled, as if it sensed that Lockhart had become a little distant. However, this did not stop it from trying to get closer to Lockhart.

"Good boy/girl~"

Lockhart gently stroked its head, then rolled over and sat on it. "Horse, you've been assigned a role too, haven't you? Can you take me to town?"

The horse excitedly stomped its front hooves and charged quickly toward the road ahead.

The cold wind howled.

Snowflakes drifted for miles.

The world was a vast expanse of white.

To be honest, Lockhart had never ridden a horse before, at least not in his previous life. The reason he knew a little about riding was...

It's still the skill that the original owner possessed.

The original form of the peacock had thoroughly researched many ways to appear handsome and elegant while riding a horse.

Lockhart couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved about this.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't know how to get back to the town.

The town looked very prosperous. Even at night, many places were lit up, and you could faintly hear singing coming from a large house, along with some noisy shouts of praise.

As the saying goes, an old horse knows the way, and the white horse quickly led Lockhart to a two-story exquisite building with fine tiles.

Then he saw two familiar figures.

Ron, dressed in a gorgeous and flamboyant outfit, was lying drunkenly on the steps in front of the small building, holding an exquisite wine jug.

And there's Draco, dressed in blacksmith's attire, standing to the side with his arms crossed and a cold smile.

They both looked a few years older.

Draco's eyes lit up when he saw Lockhart, and he quickly strode forward, helping Lockhart down from his white horse. He exclaimed excitedly, "Great! Professor Lockhart, you've finally arrived!"

Lockhart quickly asked, "Where are the others?"

Draco chuckled. "George and Fred were performing in a circus, but we got separated. I heard from Ron—"

He mimicked Ron's slightly goofy tone, "I don't believe it. They're afraid of being ignored? Isn't that what I crave?"

Lockhart raised an eyebrow. "It seems you have a certain understanding of the mechanisms by which dark magic creatures are created."

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Draco suddenly became somewhat smug. "It was Ron and I who analyzed it; otherwise, he definitely wouldn't have understood."

Lockhart chuckled. "You're going to analyze things with him?"

"Yeah, I actually analyzed it with him." Draco sighed. "Aside from Ron and Hermione, and George and Fred whom I saw from afar, I didn't encounter anyone else."

understood.

Lockhart looked at Ron, who was lying on the ground, his face flushed and eyes glazed with drunkenness, with a mixture of understanding and confusion. "What's wrong with him?"

Draco's expression became somewhat strange when this was mentioned.

He glanced at Ron warily, then lowered his voice and whispered, "Hermione's 'father' is a moderately wealthy but greedy fellow who has his eye on the richest man in town and wants to marry his daughter to his beloved only son..."

As he spoke, he gestured to Ron.

Then, barely able to suppress a laugh, he said, "I heard Hermione ran away overnight, and Ron is drowning his sorrows in alcohol."

He had previously reassured Hermione that it was all just acting, ha, now everyone knows how much he secretly hoped for it.

Lockhart looked like he was having a really hard time laughing, which was hilarious.

However, Ron, the only son of the wealthiest family in town, Draco the blacksmith, hey, this made him even more certain that the dark magic creature that was secretly influencing everything was "Sack Sheath".

"Let's go inside and talk."

Lockhart picked up Ron and suddenly realized that he was much stronger than before, and he didn't feel any strain at all.

He rummaged through the house and found a pair of thick boots and a thick coat, finally stopping him from shivering in the cold wind.

Looking back, Draco had already skillfully lit a fire in front of the fireplace.

Seeing his expression, Draco looked somewhat helpless. "Not only do I not have a wand, but I also don't have any magic power. I'm not skilled at igniting fire, so I'll just get beaten up by the old blacksmith."

The old blacksmith in this world wasn't as kind to him as his father was. He would beat Draco up at the slightest provocation, and sometimes when he was drunk, he would drag Draco out and beat him up if someone said anything about his son.

Draco thus quickly mastered tasks such as lighting fires, boiling water, cooking porridge, and breaking iron blocks in a very short time.

"I don't know why this is happening," he sighed.

Lockhart pulled a blanket over Ron and came to his side with a smile, "This is our trial."

"When there is no magic, you can feel your own heart more clearly."

"Many spells, especially Patronus Charms, derive their power from our minds. When you are temporarily powerless to change the situation, you should think about how to make yourself stronger."

"for example."

"Find a way to strengthen your mind enough to trigger your existing Patronus Charm and use it to fight against the influence of dark magic creatures on you."

As he spoke, Lockhart suddenly had his own insights.

Yup!

This is a wonderful opportunity to experience the soul and magic!

Of course, he now possesses magic and doesn't need to make this attempt like Draco and other junior wizards. He's not so corrupt; he has the ability but doesn't choose not to use it.

What he was thinking about was the opening of the so-called fairy tale adventure he had mentioned to Snape—the old father's entrustment.

There's more than one.

Lyle Lupin!

The poor old father was also hoping that he could help research a way to rescue the werewolves.

And now, there is no state more suitable than his to carefully experience what the werewolf's magic is like!

He has it now!